IC - Jake McGrawÂ’s Shop
It had been explained to Jake McGraw, when he purchased the building that would serve as his shop, that the structure had served as Lincoln County’s original jail. As a result, the adobe covered walls had been fashioned from the thickest beams that could be located in the nearby forest, making them exceptionally sturdy. McGraw had been able to obtain the place relatively cheaply, as the owner had been unable to rent it for almost a year and the last tenant, an itinerant blacksmith, had failed to pay him for three months prior to disappearing from the area. In the end, the man had been pleased to make a small profit from the property.
The rainfall has lessened to a soft drizzle, becoming a gray mist that settles over the valley, concealing the adjacent mountains in a light gray fog. The scent of pine and moisture sits heavy in the cool, afternoon air.
The shop is precisely as McGraw left it as he and Castillo carry the bulky crate to the front door. A moment after the two set the container down on the damp earth, a voice calls out, ”Mr. McGraw?”
Looking behind them, McGraw and Castillo see a young man with dark hair, no older than seventeen, wave and approach them, his expression anxious.
OOC: Jake, as it’s your shop, I’ve been deliberately light on the details of its appearance, so you can fill those in as you choose.